- 63. Fuck I love that song.
- Psst. Beto the Stalking Horse.
- Eureka v Insignificance.
- I miss walking Manhattan.
- Hey, bartender!
- Psst. Beto the Beard.
- Book of Hell.
- Marc Elrich has been Moco Exec for 72 hours, where are the fucking gulags?
- The problem with internet metaphors.
- Psst. The betoing coming, the sound of professional Democrats drowning sound from the left, betoing.
- The guy I was in 1981 thought this song a life song, thinks so today:
13 QUESTIONS FOR THE NEW ECONOMY
On the side of the road, white cardboard in the shape of a man, illegible script. A signpost with scrawl: Will pay cash for diabetes strips. A system under the system with its black box. Disability hearing? a billboard reads. Trouble with Social Security? Where does the riot begin? Spark of dry grass, Russian thistle in flames, or butterflies bobbing as if pulled by unseen strings through the alleyway. My mother’s riot would have been peace. A bicycle wheel chained to a concrete planter. What metaphor can I use to describe the children sleeping in cages in detention centers? Birds pushed fenceward by a breeze? A train of brake lights extending? Mesquite pods mill under our feet on a rainless sidewalk. What revolution will my daughter feed? A break-the-state twig-quick snap or a long divining as if for water? A cotton silence? A death? Who will read this in the next economy, the one that comes after the one that kills us? What lessons will we take from the side of the road? A wooden crucifix, a white bicycle, a pinwheel, a poem waiting to be redacted: Which would you cross out?
It gets old after awhile. Walking Manhattan, that is. Not Pete Shelley. I once calculated that I walked ~2.5 miles every morning (taking kids to 2 separate neighborhood schools, getting on and off subways, getting to office) + eight (IIRC, it might've been more) flights of steps. All in expensive wool suits, white collared shirts, leather soled shoes, overcoats, etc. In all weathers.ReplyDelete
thanks for the links!ReplyDelete
Grew up in a small town; everything was (about) a fifteen minute walk from any other place. Moving to Midtown for a year in the late 70's, it was the big city; Wow! All the walking was amazing, until, slowly, it became wasn't. Still an amazing place.ReplyDelete